So I ground out another curse, suddenly rising to full height, towering in the dark bar. There was only one solution. I had to see her, I had to correct what I could, I had to make her take me back, even if she hated my guts. Oh fuck, I fucked up and the thought that Rachel might want nothing from me, that I was dust beneath her feet was absolutely deserved. The girl had every right to reject my advances. But I had to try. There was so much at stake that I had to give it a go, even if it was futile. Because it was my heart, my mind, and my life at stake … and the beautiful brunette held it all in her tiny hands.
CHAPTER TEN
Rachel
Life has been utterly painful. One moment, Donovan and I were in love. Or at least I thought we were in love. The big man and I were always in bed, his muscular hands stroking my curves, kissing my private parts, making me come again and again. So when I decided to pop by the pool for a quick dip, it seemed like no big deal, a welcome break to our non-stop sex fest.
"Bye now," I smiled from the door. I was in nothing but the tiniest bikini, one that barely covered my boobs and saucy twat. In fact, as my tips stiffened, it was like the material shrunk, the hardness thrusting out obscenely, begging for a lick.
Donovan growled, eyes glued to my chest, how the bottom and side curves hung out, pendulous and creamy.
"You better not look at another man," he ground out threateningly, cock jutting out. The big man was lounging on the bed after a hot session, hammer still wet with my fluids and I laughed throatily, winking again. How could he think I'd even be interested in looking at another male? But I like to tease and shot him a coy smile.
"Come with me then?" I cooed, waggling my fingers. "Come play in the water?"
And like a Jezebel, I leaned over and trailed a finger along my g-string before pulling it to the side, showing off my steaming pussy.
"Get yourself wet?" I moaned breathily. "Get yourself wet in my holes at the pool?"
Donovan's penis literally jerked then, spewing a bit onto the covers, but the big man remained resolutely where he was, although it couldn't have been easy. The strain in his chest was evident, the look of desire in those dark blue eyes. But he's a man with amazing self-control, and fixed me with a burning gaze.
"Naw baby, I'm gonna do some work while you're gone, I haven't done shit since you arrived. But enjoy, baby girl, Daddy's gonna pound that butt when you get back. Oh yeah, your little anus is gonna ride my joystick until it's sore," he added lasciviously. "And then Daddy's gonna lick it up."
Oh god, but the dirty words made my pussy juice, sweet spot already going soft and wet with anticipation. I love it when my man talks nasty, I love how the big man is so relentless about fucking me, owning my insides every which way. So a quick inhale and flirtatious giggle, I waggled my fingers again.
"I want it Daddy," I murmured as the door slid shut. "Save that butt ride for me."
Donovan's answering growl was the only thing I heard in return, muffled but virile all the same, promising the world.
And I didn't think anything more of it. Skipping off to the pool, life was great. I was in love and wanted nothing more but a life together, a future spreading before us, glorious and colorful. Because I've been living with Donovan at the club, we're together 24/7, dining al fresco, chatting animatedly, and of course, making love non-stop, our couplings hot and wild. So I figured a small dip in the pool would be some much-needed time apart, a breather after the relentless togetherness.
But when I got back to the suite, it was dark inside. Hmm, that was weird. Maybe Daddy was in the other room, or maybe he was at the Club's gym working out. But when I flicked on the lights, the enormity of the situation hit like a ton of bricks.
Because Donovan was no longer here. Ghosted, vanished, absolutely gone, no trace of the big man, every memento disappeared. I gaped, looking around, but the suite held no clues, silent and still. The bed was made, everything spic and span, almost threatening because it was so immaculate. What the hell? My head hurt, a thrum banging insistently behind my eyes.
Slowly, I picked up the phone by the side of the bed.
"Hello?" I swallowed thickly. "This is Donovan Jones's room, and I'm Rachel? Do you know where he is?"
A voice came on-line immediately.
"Ms. Smith," it replied courteously. "Thank you for calling. Unfortunately, Mr. Jones was called away on emergency business and has asked that you be escorted from the Club."
My mind whirled, confused and hazy. What emergency business? And even if Donovan had business, why had all his stuff disappeared?
"I'm sorry," I said slowly. "But he made no mention of a business trip to me. Can you tell me more?"
The voice on the other end paused before answering, smooth and effortless.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you," it replied in a courteous monotone. "But Mr. Jones asked you to be escorted from the Club immediately."
What? How could this be happening? Just an hour ago, I'd been riding his dick, pussy juices dripping down that thick shaft as the alpha groaned beneath me, chest and abs tight. How could he spurt into my cunt, seeding me like a geyser, and then just disappear? What the hell was going on?
"I'm sorry," I said again firmly. "But I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where Donovan is."
The voice was silent a moment before replying.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but that information is not known," it said in a monotone. "And I'm sorry, but Mr. Jones gave specific instructions that you depart the Club immediately. Your things have already been packed and a car is waiting upstairs. Please gather your personal effects, and a handler will be there shortly to escort you to the surface."
At that moment, the door hissed open and a short, slight man dressed all in black, bowed.
"Madame," he intoned in a voice just as bland, just as professional as the phone operator. "Please come with me."
With numb fingers, the receiver dropped out of my hands. Because the handler was here now, I didn't even have five minutes to collect my thoughts, to get a hold of what was going on. Instead, I was being tossed out like a stinking piece of trash, services no longer needed.
But what could I do? What choice did I have? I'd literally been abandoned with no warning, ghosted in the worst way. How could Donovan do this to me? I'd spent the last two weeks with the man, loving him again and again, and this is the best I deserved?
Swallowing painfully, I bowed my head, acknowledging defeat. The billionaire didn't want me anymore, and it was his right to ask me to leave. I just didn't think it would be like this, shameful and unwanted. But seeing no other options, with the handler waiting impatiently at the door, I swung my small bag onto my shoulder and with slow steps, left the suite.
The journey was silently unremarkable as we made our way through a series of winding passages, elevators that whisked us upwards, escalators that ascended for miles at a time. But I was numb to it all, absolutely expressionless, eyes seeing nothing as my feet moved forward in a trance. Because this was it. Donovan had dumped me unceremoniously, waiting until I was at the pool to vacate in a hurry. I was nothing but an anonymous pussy to fuck, another tiny asshole to own, a notch on his bedpost. Two notches, for taking my v-card and a-card, a double-header if there ever was one. Oh god! And once he was done, once I was no longer an innocent virgin, the big man lost interest and I was tossed onto the trash heap. Realizing this made the lump in my throat grow bigger, eyes seeing nothing as I got into the black town car, numb with shock.
But after driving for an hour, I realized that we weren't headed to my apartment. God, I'd barely noticed the passing landscape, instead my mind filled with demonic screams even if on the outside, I was completely silent. Straightening on the seat, I snapped at the driver.
"Where are we going? What's going on?"
Holy shit, was I being abducted? Was I being sold to another Billionaires Club, passed around rich men like a commodity to be used, another voluptuous female to fuck and be done with? Oh god, oh god, my soul curdled at the thought. Was that even possible? The depravity was mind-boggling.
But the kindly driver merely shook his head, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror.
"We're going to your apartment, Miss," he said cheerily. "Where else?"
I jerked my head in a no.
"This isn't the way," I said tightly. "I live on the other side of town, this is the wrong direction."
The elderly man shook his head.
"No, not according to the instructions I have," he said. "And GPS can't be wrong," he added, indicating the console at his right hand. "These machines are incredible, they work using a satellite in the sky," he said, brow creasing for a moment as he stared downwards. "Nope, it's right!" he confirmed cheerily, looking at me again. "Ah, here we are!"